.....
The grip was an immense strength.
Hold on
Holding stiff on to the thick strong cord.
Holding tight to remain things afloat.
To not submerge in the running harsh stream.
But in the end, it drowned.
It turns out to be weak.
Wasn't strong enough as it was by choice,
It slipped.
.....
No air.
With great effort trying to swim upwards,
To breathe again
Till the hand reaches out for help.
But help was bruised since the tight grip.
That you can only save yourself.
.....
Hold on dear.
You'll get back up
and it's never too late.
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